| Didn’t even flinch, a muscle torn
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| Trailer driveway
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| Junk in the snow
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| I get my head shaved 'cause of the light
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| My collared shirts have bottoms tucked inside
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| By brother won’t talk, he bites on his fist
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| He likes to look at the chips
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| Of the centre of the bun
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| All my life
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| I’ve been eating shit
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| Look at me
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| I’m a real punk kid
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| Follow the girls along the road
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| They look to see
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| I think I am in a dream
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| I run in the woods, I run the woods
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| Hiding in the ground
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| The road through the trees
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| Jackson and state road grow so big
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| There’s no services
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| Just a fruit tree where he’d sit
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| And that story about me and the cow
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| Well, it’s not true
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| But they repeat it anyhow
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| All my life
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| I’ve been eating shit
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| Well look at me
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| I’m a real punk kid
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| All my life
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| I’ve been eating shit
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| Well look at me
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| I’m a real punk kid |